The blinding, florescent lights buzzed overhead, and my nostrils filled with that bleach hospital smell, overpowering me in the cramped, chilly room.
My wife squeezed my hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.
?No,? she cried. ?He can?t live the rest of his life in a wheelchair.?
?Without the amputation,? the doctor told me, ?you?ll be dead within a year.?
I couldn?t believe it. My passion had always been hiking, and my wife and I had dreamed of one day hiking the Appalachian Trail.
But 4 years ago, the doctors wanted to put me under anesthesia, and cut off my legs? leaving nothing but worthless stumps.